They just keep getting better and better. My friend Karl was over and I told him, "Hey, let's go out to my garage and shoot at some rats!" Of course I had told him how proud I was of my last kill. He came out with me and sure enough, a rat started running the long journey of the garage storage shelf. I kept his head right on the sight of my gun but I didn't quite feel good about taking a shot. Luckily, the baby rat paused unsurely. POW. The pellet entered just under it's left ear and exited the right side of it's face with a gory splash of crimson. It fell down hitting two shelves and the air cooler before hitting the cold hard cement of the garage. There it took it's last few heaving breaths before signing off.
The crime scene. Notice the entrance wound just below it's left ear…
Pellets hurt! Just ask this guy how his exit wound feels. Oh sorry, you can't, he's dead!